Academy’s Weapon Replicator chapter 117

Chapter 35 Genuine (2)

Duchamp, the butler, whispered something to Quunier, and soon came to me.

“I’m sorry, appraiser. Could you please wait a minute? It seems that they did not treat their guests properly. We will serve you tea and refreshments soon.”

“It is.”

Duchamp smiled again at my answer and called the maid.

“Here, tea and snacks to the appraiser. Do not spare and bring the best.”

“Yes.”

Then Duchamp immediately left the room.

I sighed.

“Looks like he’s going to call another appraiser.”

“right.”

As if there was nothing to hide, Queenie meekly affirmed.

I can’t believe the way I’m doing it, so I’m going to call another appraiser.

But I was introduced by Quinier, and since I can’t show an example, I’m going to call him secretly.

“That man, you haven’t even asked my name yet. I didn’t even introduce myself.”

“I know. I have no credit.”

Saying so, Quinnier chuckled. it’s your butler

Meanwhile, the maid brought tea and refreshments. As Duchamp said, it was a luxury product that could be recognized at a glance.

Duchamp returned earlier than expected as he was taking a break mixed with waiting over a cup of tea.

“How are you, appraiser? Do you like it?”

“I think anyone will like this car.”

I honestly praised it. Duchamp smiled as if he was feeling better.

People usually say good words come and go short, and bad words come and go long.

A compliment ends with one or two words, but a rebuttal is repeated with dozens of words, praising a person who is not present is enough, but talking about an hour behind the scenes is not exhausting.

So, if you want to keep your speech short, praise it.

I just want to finish it quickly.

“Then when you’re ready, let’s start.”

“Yeah, I’ll do it right away.”

I put down the teacup, and the maid skillfully grabbed the tableware and walked away.

And as I did before, the user placed the item, and I said the report.

“It’s genuine.”

“… … .”

After that, the user took the item and went outside without saying a word this time.

Apparently, it was delivered to the appraiser in another room.

… … .

After a while, I sat in the chair with my chin crossed.

It looked a little sassy, but I couldn’t help it.

If I don’t have my chin resting, I think I’ll collapse and fall asleep like this.

“The next thing.”

The user placed the pottery on the shelf.

“curio.”

The user took it out. Came back after a while.

“The next thing.”

The user placed the necklace on the shelf.

“curio.”

The user took it out. It came back again after a while.

“The next thing.”

The user placed the crafted jewels on the shelf.

“… … Diamond. I don’t know how much.”

“Yes. Thank you for your confirmation.”

Queenie, who was watching from the side, interrupted.

“Hey, are you doing it right?”

“It’s terribly right. My soul and body have become one body and I am doing it right. I’d rather have a fake come out.”

What you’re doing doesn’t matter.

Check the items in the workshop, and use the ‘analysis’ skill if necessary.

The problem is that this job is very boring.

Other appraisers will check the fine scratches and grains with a magnifying glass and analyze the materials to determine the authenticity, but I can just look at it.

In addition, I took the item I identified to the newly called appraiser for double appraisal, so the waiting time was longer.

Rather, I want to tell Duchamp, ‘I know that you have called a new appraiser, so let me do it with you.’

Besides, I’m not the only one getting bored.

“Look around, senpai. The only person who has a bright eye here is the senior.”

At first, the maids and butlers of this mansion were also interested in seeing me. Because Quinnier introduced me as a great appraiser who can confirm the authenticity at a glance. The words themselves were not wrong, so he stayed still.

But I really check ‘at a glance’.

Read at noblemtl.com

Not only the butler, but now everyone around me was looking at me suspiciously. You’ll look like someone who just answers ‘genuine’ no matter what item comes out.

yes it will be If I saw other people doing this, I would think so too.

Almost everyone here, including me, is thinking this way.

‘Please come out fake.’

And the user placed the following items:

This time it was a pendant. A purple gem was embedded in the center, and a fairly complex machine was elaborately woven around it. The rings of the circle were surrounded by three layers, allowing each ring to rotate about its axis.

… … ho, this.

“It’s genuine.”

I said and the servant took the goods and went out. Now I have to wait again for the appraiser to finish the appraisal.

Then Quinn came up to me. And whispered into my ear.

“Is there something there?”

At that, I whispered too.

“How did you know?”

“Because that’s how you look.”

Also quinie.

When it comes to appraisal of items, there are few who can compare her to reading people.

And after a while, the user and Duchamp came in together.

“Um, the appraiser?”

“Yes.”

“The pendant you just saw. That is… … .”

I scratched the ball. What Duchamp would say was expected.

Anyway, the result is the same, so let’s make it easier.

“Did you call another appraiser?”

“… … Yes? ah… … .”

“I am okay. Please bring him here. They seem to have made different decisions.”

Duchamp seemed a little startled by my words, then bowed his head deeply and went out again.

Soon a middle-aged, skinny man came in with Duchamp. He had a very strict impression as he was wearing glasses on his thin eyes.

I stood up and we greeted each other face to face.

“Hello, my name is Quentin.”

“This is Frontier. Nice to meet you.”

Since the other person didn’t say the last name, I introduced only the first name.

Anyway, naming Roach doesn’t make any sense here, because it’s a bit ugly. But when Duchamp, who was next to me, heard my name, he looked at something else and tilted his head as if thinking about something.

“First of all, this pendant is fake.”

The appraiser who introduced himself as Quentin confidently asserted. He held the pendant in his gloved hand.

“This central gem is definitely real. However, the connection of the rings surrounding the jewel and the degree of damage to each ring were different. In other words, the parts have been replaced. It is presumed that the person who originally bought it was damaged or lost for some reason and put it back in.”

Saying that, Quentin looked at me.

“It seems that the young appraiser only saw the authenticity of the jewelry and said that it is genuine, but a true appraiser has to pay attention to the overall details of the item. You are still inexperienced.”

He speaks as if he understands me, but there is tremendous contempt in his eyes.

You must have heard from Duchamp how I feel. They only see me as a con artist, so this defense is speaking with the utmost courtesy.

so i’m kinda sorry

“The reason why the ring on this pendant has changed is,”

We have to break down the opinion of a veteran appraiser.

“Because the manufacturer replaced the part.”

Ha, I hear Quentin’s sneer.

“If a manufacturer replaces a part, for what reason? If you change the decoration you made in the first place, it will only decrease in value.”

What Quentin said was true.

As Quentin himself did, the replaced part can be immediately identified, and if the old and new decorations are mixed, the value of the whole item is bound to decrease.

However, with this pendant, that theory does not apply.

“The rings on this pendant are not decorative.”

I put on my gloves and reached out to Quentin. Quentin frowned slightly, but gave the pendant to me without saying anything.

I picked up the pendant and flipped the ring around.

Let’s see, according to the manual that the ‘analysis’ skill informs… … .

shudder.

Crick Crick.

When I manipulated them in the correct order, at some point, the layers of rings moved on their own.

As soon as they lined up, the rings narrowed the gap and filled the inside of the purple gem without any gaps. Then this time the jewel shone.

and the voice you hear.

[…] … Mystyltain was not a branch.]

[What are you talking about?]

[We were deceived! Mystyltaine isn’t like a branch with divine powers by chance! It’s a weapon made from scratch! That’s-]

The voices of the two were heard, and soon ended as if they were cut off on the way.

… … Well, I didn’t know it would sound like this. Anyway.

“This pendant is not an ornament. It’s a secure mechanism. But now with some magic.”

“… … .”

Everyone was surprised by my explanation and just watched. So was Quentin.

“This pendant will not open unless you operate it in the correct order. But in order to actually work, it has to be built with a fair degree of precision. So parts are constantly changing. In other words, this pendant is the final finished product, in which the many failures of the maker are fully contained.”

It’s like the ‘real, real, last, last revision’ of the report.

I saw Duchamp. I think it’s right to look at Quentin and say it, but that’s what I said because I thought it would hurt my self-esteem too much.

“So, this is genuine. As I said before, I don’t know the price.”

“… … That’s right.”

Duchamp answered with a frown.

* * *

Queenie was purely amazed as she watched.

Although he believed in Frontier, the process he showed far exceeded expectations.

‘I realized that the decoration was a mechanical device, and I showed it by performing the manipulation myself.’

Besides, it took me only 3 seconds to appraise it to confirm it.

Right. That pendant was a recorder with a code on it. Save the content that no one should listen to in your voice so that you can retrieve it when it is important.

… … But what happens if you break the password?

‘I’m worried about the contents.’

It was a story about Mystyltaine. A very serious and urgent voice. Moreover, it could not be completed and was cut off in the middle.

But first, thinking about it later, Quinier approached Frontier.

“Frondie, that’s great. Also, my skills didn’t rust.”

And Quinnier glanced at Duchamp.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“… … I’m sorry for doubting you, appraiser. No, Frontier-sama.”

This time, Duchamp bowed his back at a 90-degree angle and bowed politely. Seeing the apology, Queenie smiled. Doubting Frontier was the same as doubting the eyes of Quunier who introduced him.

So yes, my eyes are correct?

“By the way, Quinnier.”

Then Frontier opened his mouth.

“yes?”

“I think it’s not enough to just get an apology and end it.”

“… … yes?”

Frontier looked at Queenie and smiled.

Where did you see that smile, where was it?

oh It’s similar to the face I practiced in front of the mirror.

“Seniors always value ‘reward’, don’t they?”

“… … Ah oh?”

“I’m selling things to the Quiniers, would you like to buy me some?”

“uh? What did you buy?”

“At the Terst department store, this and that.”

Quinn’s eyes fluttered at those words. Department stores are nice to hear, but on this continent, a ‘department store’ is really a place with endless ceilings and floors of the value of all kinds of things.

“Of course, you will have to buy all of them.”

Saying that, Frontier still smiled at Queenie.